On a cold winter night, you hear the rustling of sheets.

"Oh. You're still awake." Your eyes slowly flutter open to Sylus's soft breathing and the cackling of the fireplace.

You glance towards the movie he put on. Out of all the movies, he just had to pick a thriller one.

"You're the one who said you wanted me to put on a movie to help you fall asleep, now you're complaining that it's too loud?" Sylus sighs helplessly— almost resigned.

"Mn. You're fussy, kitten." His voice is low and husky, almost as if he's purring— you can't help but wonder who between the both of you is the actual kitten.

"... So spoiled rotten. Enlighten me, how exactly does one put you to sleep..?"

You don't answer him, instead you gaze up at Sylus. You can't help but notice his white hair, pale skin and bright red eyes. He reminds you so much of the vampire from the movie playing in the background.

"Hm..? A vampire? Why would you think that, sweetie?"

Sylus bullies people like a vampire.

"... and how exactly does a vampire bully people?" He raises a brow. Leaning down, he murmurs against your neck, teasing.

"Like this..?" With his nose, he slowly traces the length of your neck, stopping only when his lips softly touch the skin just beneath your jaw.

He feels your pulse.

"... Am I doing this right, sweetie..?" His voice is hoarse and low as his nose trail their way towards your nape.

You feel his breath.

"... Should I mark you like a vampire?" His teeth grazes your skin dangerously. You shut your eyes and feel your heart pounding against your chest.

Just when you think he's going to sink his teeth— he leaves a soft kiss instead, chuckling softly to himself. His low laugh vibrates, causing soft rumbling sensations across your body.

"Too rough..?" He hums softly before pulling back. His eyebrow raised and the corner of his lips curled into a small smile.

"You've closed your eyes... Are you finally going to bed, kitten?"